“…somehow the homeopathic medicine contains an energy signature that causes a deep change in the body. As if information were being transmitted.”~Jon Rappoport
In the expanding now it is possible to receive-absorb the transmission, delicate and precise, offered in deep awareness.~Victoria Stuart
I’m downloading a healing stream, intense
deliberate wash. Toxins awakened
like pouting children from a nap dispense
antipathy—don’t touch. I’ve mistaken
reality (quixotic magical
powers) for past creations (artifacts
and trophies gathering dust). Actual
transmission, living energy, is fact
hidden in plain sight. I ground and center
unperturbed by the distortions in my
field. A hawk soars hovering uncensored
messages received. Torsions realign.
Inspired by: Unperturbed, Antipathy, Quixotic and Trophy.
Featured image: Polygonum hydropower persicaria, Lady’s Thumb, Smartweed or Arsesmart offering healing energies–free and abundant–along the garden walk this morning.
To be aware of the silence can become pain for earthly [wo]man. But in the deepening silence there grows and ripens what [wo]man speaks to the stars.~Rudolf Steiner
In these starlit skies I watch the darkness
teeming, boiling to refine all that shapes
me as a woman. My past a stark mess
dreaming, toiling to define what escapes
my filters. We are trained quite brutally
not to see, to tell lies, yet still knowing
our sacred container beautifully
transmutes—frugal and precise winnowing—
turning the bruises into works of art.
My pure intentions keep me breathing here
Just like a birth, these are labor pains, heart
strong, I gasp and I surrender. All clear.
Inspired by: Watch, Refine, Darkness, Frugal and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: Container.
Walk away from reinforcing the spells of the old illusion with your words, attention, thoughts, and especially your emotions.~Sandra Walter
I meticulously open places
of distortion in the torsion rivers
obstacles I’ve noticed avoid grace’s
flow, block my juices. These eerie shivers
when I read apocryphal signposts, “move
along, nothing is buried here”—childish
scrawls in hieroglyphs congruous behoove
my scrutiny. I aim to free wildish
energy, elucidate what’s rooted
in ice-bound fjords, intense emotions
strategic intelligence once muted.
I’m heat, intentional thaw in motion.
Inspired by: Juice, Apocryphal, Congruous, Elucidate and Eerie. And the astoundingly powerfully life-changing work of Sol Luckman in the Elucidation activation.
Let it play out, witnessing without judgment, calling forth the highest interests of all concerned. Divine Will over personal perception. Unwavering, untouchable, unconditional presence.~Sandra Walter
Is it sedition to wave vehement
signal flags to head-phoned screen-caught vassals?
The sinkhole of contracted agreement
rightclick free technological hassles
direct download to betrapped dreamers. How
I’d love to stay and preach vitality:
wake up, unfold into expanding now.
I still and call divine neutrality.
Loved ones disappear down the rabbithole.
Or so it seems. My lesson magnifies
perilous misbeliefs. The immense whole
unseen and nothing’s as it seems. The cries
aswirl as planet shifts. I hear, rejoice
the change. Climbing the tallest ladder, place
precise stars, I create my sky. My choice:
a conscious breath and my own fractals face.
Inspired by: Dreamer, Hole, Vehement, Wave and Sedition.
The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
Doleful and irate in mainstream-mangled
illusions, we’re taught separation. Breath
trades: you take in mine, gift yours, entangled
living beings pretending ghastly death,
children at play, imagination strong.
Today we heed the timely call of past
into the light. Exchanging air so long
we have forgotten we are fractals tasked
to circulate our stream. We dream rescue,
seek heroes, put on masks and hoard our flow,
the very way to block our powers true.
Awakened, we project, our breaths bestow
Inspired by: Doleful, Timely, Entangle and Ruminate.
Deepest night inexorable forces
pry unmarked portals I had to exit
in dangerous times. Untapped resources
vivify my frozen places, cesspits
of untreated trauma. Currents collide
and sleepless I sift through, summon wisdom
and courage to preside, healing divides.
This fractal of mine resolves old victim
songs. Don’t disparage magical thinking.
Young children know true magic. Spooked adults
corral and cage powerful ways. Drinking
the killing koolaid, lost in their masked cults.
I walk the world today, mystified. Where
have the humans gone? These automatons
I once believed alive, cannot breathe air
yet mindlessly obey, their freedoms gone.
Inspired by: Collide, Exit, Vivify and Inexorable.
Attention driving to hometown breakthrough
a bald eagle swoops above my car sky
master demanding: take the higher view
awaken with elation. This is my
chance to change the climate of oppression
correlate my curious uncanny
skills and hone my creative expression.
An osprey dives low, a vigilante
confident I’m competent to submerge
my head under emotional waters
and survive. A red-breasted hawk urges
me, be an unconventional daughter
Inspired by: Elation, Awaken, Climate, Correlate and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: ‘tion.
The West symbolizes the moving of ignorance to wisdom. Sometimes called the “little death”, West asks us to put away our childish ways and evolve to become our most sage ‘self’.~Spirit Animals.
With all this din, suppose you get a word
in, a zephyr wind exposing terrain
hidden in plain sight, an insistent bird
in leafy branches. Evidence you’re sane
when suddenly exposed: the world’s a stage.
Did you forget? Laugh at the cosmic joke
with people so lost in their roles, enraged
and triggered, spinning in somebody’s smoke
and mirrors. Now see what the lights reveal—
—we blink, perplexed. A moment’s pause and when
the theater is clear—the truth, what’s real.
Our hearts on fire, our souls take up the pen.
Inspired by: Suppose, Terrain, Din and Zephyr.
Weavers gather in the spurious storm
independent individuals bring
insightful empathy. We create form
with wizardry. Touching each wound, we sing
not to replace; we’re casting the net wide
beyond the times and spaces where we live.
We’re hurling brand new stars into our skies
resolving that each fractal, reclaimed, gives
this power to the races trained to lie
in abject servitude. Wake and be strange.
Meander in the woodsy places. Fly
with dragons. Overnight the planet’s changed.
Inspired by: Spurious, Independent, Woodsy and Replace.
Brilliant light reveals our rusty cages.
We pause, aghast, exhausted dark fumbles
for a key. Persnickety. The sages
foretold our slavery. Our rage rumbles
as the current lies sweep us, a great flux
we fight. Chained junkyard dogs, one measly bone.
Driven inside, isolated. The crux
is power. As we step into our own,
the cruel elites’ imaginary
holds collapse. Helpless and bespelled, did we
pay for our own misery? Energy
reclaimed, create a new cosmology.
Inspired by: Persnickety, Flux, Exhausted and Cage.